They traveled slowly onward, occasionally stopping in their tracks.
It seemed they were waiting for something.
The two women kept looking again and again in the direction Little Whitey and Little Bear had gone.
They seemed able to sense that the two little ones were still watching them from far, far away.
Every time they looked back, their eyes turned red.
Little Bear, Little Whitey, you've been playing hide-and-seek for so long. Why haven't you come out yet? Mommy can't find you.
It was only after several hours had passed
that the three of them finally began to pick up speed.
But the atmosphere along the way remained stifling, making it hard to bear.
Fang Che in particular had become a thorn in the two women's sides, the thorn in their flesh. In their eyes, the little ones' departure seemed to have all become Fang Che's fault.
They glared and snapped, losing their tempers again and again.
All along the road, the two Grand Princesses bullied poor Lord of the Night Demon, beating him and cursing him from one end to the other.
The Sole True Sect's strict hierarchy was being displayed to perfection.
Fang Che was bullied, blamed, beaten, and cursed all the way. He swallowed his anger, endured humiliation, and pressed onward.
He felt as if he had eaten several thousand pounds of coptis root.
Damn it, the next time he saw those two little brats, he absolutely had to beat them soundly. What the hell kind of rotten mess had they gotten him into?
They had stirred up all this parting sorrow themselves, then patted their asses and left, abandoning him to endure the boundless fury of two tigresses...
And it was the kind of fury that erupted every time they thought of it...
I'm truly miserable.